They ascended the steps and Frank laid a hand on the knob and turned it cautiously. The door was locked.
“Let me get there a minute,” said the Russian.
He stepped in front of Frank. Taking something from his pocket he inserted it in the keyhole. Then he stepped back as the door swung open.
Frank led the way inside. The Russian followed closely.
CHAPTER XXVII.
A FIGHT WITH A MADMAN.
When Jack came to himself he was sitting in a chair in a well lighted room. For a moment the blinding glare made it impossible for the lad to make out his surroundings, but gradually his eyes became accustomed to the light.
Before him, an evil smile on his face and a revolver in his hand, stood a large man in an attitude of leisurely nonchalance. Jack recognized Count Blowinski instantly and made a move as though to rise.
“Sit still!” commanded the count harshly.
Jack sank back in his chair. He said nothing.
“Well,” said the count, “so we meet again, eh, Lieutenant Templeton? I believe that is the name, isn’t it. Lieutenant Templeton.”